“Why not?” she breathed.
“Because I want you naked,” I growled, lifting her by the hips. “And I want to take my time.”
She clung to me, breath hot in my ear, whispering my name like a secret she’d been desperate to tell. The elevator dinged, and I hauled her down the hall, her arms around my neck, her laughter warm against my throat.
The moment the hotel room door shut behind us, she grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged me in, her smile needy and tipsy and perfect.
Chapter Thirty-two
Ben
Theshowerbeatdownon my head, hot and heavy, and Mazzy knelt at my feet. It was…late. We’d been at it for a while. Her birthday had come and gone, but neither of us was ready to end this.
She ran her hands up my thighs, sighing. “I love your legs.” Her eyes flicked up to mine. “They’re so strong.”
“They bring me to you.” I slid my fingers through her wet hair, cupping the back of her head. “All that matters to me.”
She leaned in, nuzzling the bottom of my sac. Moving slowly, she kissed along its seam and licked a straight line up my cock. Then she returned to my sac, opening her mouth to suck the thin skin.
It was fortunate the tiles were against my back, or I might’ve fallen on my ass. Her mouth wasthatgood. And unlike the limo, she was in no hurry, exploring and touching in a way she hadn’t yet.
Her arms wrapped around me, hands sliding up my ass. “And this…oh, Benny. It’s so strong too. I want to bite it.”
I gulped. “You do?”
“Yes.” She looked up at me from her knees. “You’re always playing with my ass. Would you let me play with yours—just a little?”
“Uh—” I’d done a lot, but that’d never been a zone I’d let anyone go. But Mazzy looked so pretty and eager, and my cock was throbbing from her prolonged, torturous attention, I couldn’t think of a reason to say no. “Just a little,” I choked out.
With a little “Whoop!” she crawled behind me, her hands caressing the backs of my thighs and cheeks. One snuck around to my front, grasping my leaking cock. The next second, her teeth sank into the meat of my ass, and I wasn’t prepared.
My head fell forward as a low moan careened up my throat. “Holy fuck,” I uttered at the feel of her tongue replacing her teeth, lapping over my wet skin then sucking gently.
She did it again,
And again.
All while pumping my cock in her fist and pressing her slippery tits to the backs of my thighs. I didn’t know what to concentrate on. My brain shot in all directions. What had started as a game—a curiosity—had spun out of control. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to stop or do more.
When her other hand reached between my legs to rub the area behind my sac, I nearly shot like a rocket. Dear god, what was she doing? Killing me? She rubbed and played, and it wasn’t anything I’d ever felt.Whyhadn’t I felt that before?
“You’re so hot.” Her lips slid close to the valley of my ass. “I could lick every inch of you and not get enough. Would you let me?”
A groan ripped out of me as she tugged on my balls. “Hell yes. Do whatever, baby.”
She let loose, distracting me with her grasp on my cock, her mouth so hot against my skin, murmuring how much she loved my body and couldn’t believe she got to touch it. Every so often, licking me, biting me, making my eyes flash black and white from how brand new and so very good it all felt.
I leaned against the tile, my breath rough and heavy, no idea which way was up or down. I knew I didn’t deserve this woman treating me like…like she worshiped me. Like I was something special. But she wanted it. Her hums of pleasure as she explored and touched were the only thing keeping me still, allowing her to take what she wanted.
It was hard for me to let her give without giving something in return. But I knew how much I liked going down on her with no expectation of reciprocation, so maybe she was getting the same thing out of this.
Her tongue slid along my crease while her hand squeezed tighter. It was heady. Irresistible. Pumping me into a frenzy of need, making it difficult to think or breathe or hold still a second longer.
“Hmmm…what about this?”
The second her fingers slid over my hole, something in my brain snapped. My vision tunneled. My knees went to jelly. Every inch of me went hot, tight, dangerously close to detonating in her hand.
“Nope,” I croaked, grabbing her wrist before she could finish me off. “Mazzy—baby—get up. Now.”
